“Ready To Die”
(feat. Puff Daddy)
We gonna kill your ass, kill your ass
I’m ready
As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q
-45, Glocks and TECs are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don’t fuck up my sheets, huh
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
I’m ready to die and nobody can save me
Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I’m ready to die!
Yes, I’m ready
Yes, I’m ready
Yes, I’m ready
So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road
I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sold
I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus
Getting paid is all I expected
My mother didn’t give me what I want, what the fuck?
Now I’ve got a Glock making motherfuckers duck
Shit is real and hungry’s how I feel
I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
Kickin’ niggas down the steps just for rep
Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet
The infrared’s at your head real steady
You better grab your guns ’cause I’m ready
Yes, I’m ready
Yes, I’m ready
I’m ready to die
Yes, I’m ready
So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Nah we ain’t gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer
In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fucking neck
Everybody hit the deck, Biggie ’bout to get some rec
Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talking
You better act like CeCe and keep on walkin’
When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat
You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete
Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin’
I’m rippin’ MCs from Tallahassee to Compton
Biggie Smalls on a higher plane
Niggas say I’m strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter
Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit
Down your backbone to where your motherfucking’shit drip
The shit I kick, ripping through the vest
Biggie Smalls passing any test, I’m ready to die!
Yes, I’m ready
Yes, I’m ready
I’m ready
Yes, I’m ready
Time to go, we gon’ put you out your misery motherfucker
Niggas definitely know what time it is (Yes, I’m ready)
The Notorious one in full effect for ’93 (Yes, I’m ready)
Uh, uh yes, I’m ready
Suicidal, I’m ready!
So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Yes, I’m ready
So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah)
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
‘Cause I’m ready to die
(I’m ready, I’m ready)
All y’all motherfuckers come with me if you want to
(I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready)
Biggie Smalls the biggest man
(I’m Ready)
Rocking on and on in ’93, Easy Mo Bee
Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
I don’t wanna see no crying at my funeral
About The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
Artist: The Notorious B.I.G.
Related Songs: Warning Lyrics
Album: : Ready to Die
Release date: September 13, 1994
Label: Bad Boy Records
Length: 69:05
Studio: The Hit Factory and D&D Studios, New York City
Genres: Hip hop music, Gangsta rap, East Coast hip hop, Funk, Hardcore hip hop, Pop rap, Rap music